Is it just me? I've noticed an odd thing about being a mother. I tend to over-exaggerate Ally's enthusiasm. I tend to get caught up in the excitement that comes with planning a surprise for her or buying her toys that I think she'll like. It's really hard to remember that she has enough. I don't really remember my childhood much. The overall impression I'm left with is that I didn't get the latest greatest toys, but I didn't suffer either. So why is it that everytime I see something Dora, I want to buy it for Ally? Or how, if she shows the slightest interest in something, I rush out to buy her 5 more things just like it? Or how she has more clothes in her closet than I do (which is saying a lot!)? I know she'll be just as happy with the toys she already owns. I currently have at least 3 toys still in the packages, that I haven't given her yet and she doesn't have the slightest idea or care.
But I LOVE to see her face light up like it does when she gets a present. Birthday and Christmas were beyond anything I could have imagined this year. I hardly remember anything I got, but I remember Ally's huge mound of presents, and her absolute joy in opening them. Of course, she instantly forgot about half of them, but it's the first moment that sticks with me. That moment when she is absolutely thrilled that we got her a new toy.
That moment eclipses anything else. So when I say that she absoluetly loved something - like the fair this weekend - mostly, I thikn I'm adding my excitement to hers. I absolutely loved seeing her enjoy the rides. I absolutely loved seeing her sit on the curb with her little day care friend and wait their turn for the motorcycles. I absolutely love her.
That said - I also absolutely spoil her. I offer this as evidence. The super-mega sandbox. It only took 1250 pounds of sand.